08-07-2018, 04:36 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]replies four days later bc i lost it lmao
She pauses, looking down towards the source of the disturbance and she realises two things in quick succession. One - Jericho is blind. It is something that slipped her mind, lost to the faded memories of her childhood that she barely remembers. She stares at him as she realises, the obvious response of telling him to use his eyes dying quickly on her tongue as she lays the mask down. Her head tilts to the side instead, watching the tentative shy smile. The second thing - Jericho is making an effort to connect with her.
She came to find him, she came to seek out the last connection to the past that she had and deem if it was worthy. But actually trying to know her brother instead of assessing him quickly and efficiently catches her off-guard. She doesn't know why, but it's endearing that someone seems to care about her more than the superficial cold and spiky exterior that she has. Perhaps he simply feels nostalgic and the interest will fade in time, but for now, she feels like indulging him and talking.
[color=#C9B0BE]"It is a Oni mask, created for Noh Mai dancing. Have you ever heard of it before?" She offers, leaving a question open to try and entice some interest in what is possibly her only hobby outside the art of war. Her dances are everything to her, her blood and her mark on the world, be they with the ribbons and the masks or her blades.
She pauses, looking down towards the source of the disturbance and she realises two things in quick succession. One - Jericho is blind. It is something that slipped her mind, lost to the faded memories of her childhood that she barely remembers. She stares at him as she realises, the obvious response of telling him to use his eyes dying quickly on her tongue as she lays the mask down. Her head tilts to the side instead, watching the tentative shy smile. The second thing - Jericho is making an effort to connect with her.
She came to find him, she came to seek out the last connection to the past that she had and deem if it was worthy. But actually trying to know her brother instead of assessing him quickly and efficiently catches her off-guard. She doesn't know why, but it's endearing that someone seems to care about her more than the superficial cold and spiky exterior that she has. Perhaps he simply feels nostalgic and the interest will fade in time, but for now, she feels like indulging him and talking.
[color=#C9B0BE]"It is a Oni mask, created for Noh Mai dancing. Have you ever heard of it before?" She offers, leaving a question open to try and entice some interest in what is possibly her only hobby outside the art of war. Her dances are everything to her, her blood and her mark on the world, be they with the ribbons and the masks or her blades.
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14